( aspieness ) ( diary ) When I was in seventh grade I remember the school wantin

( aspieness ) ( diary )

When I was in seventh grade I remember the school wanting me to take another reading course because my tests came back with lower comprehension scores. Which I thought strange given my rather absurd volume of reading and the level of books that I was reading. My mother was convinced something was wrong and went to talk to the principle.

But I never connected my stunted ability to empathize with and therefore agree with the questions asked as an impediment to reading comprehension. And I am pretty sure I just saw most writing reliant I empathy as irrelevant or an attempt to cloud the issue.

Once I began to understand the influence of autism in delaying development it became obvious.

Now I find it humorous. Although I still have a problem with dramatic fiction unless it is loaded with ideas rather than experiences.

I suppose it’s why encyclopedias were so enjoyable to read so young. Lots of information but no incomprehensible experiences to create confusion.

To some degree the world is so much easier once you realize that you’re different. And just fine when you realize our brains develop at different rates in order to create an inter temporal division of perception.

Equality has been a catastrophe. The classroom has been a catastrophe. These are industrial concepts not human.

Unlike ants, our specialization does not produce easily visible physical differences.

Most of our differences are the result of minor variations in hormones which produce a symphony of specializations largely by accelerating or limiting some region of growth.

We specialize in conceptual biases.